Erica: I wonder where Pops meant.
Murray: Easy, the oak tree by the driveway.
Geoff: That's a northern white cedar. Great wood for making traditional Scandinavian saunas, canoes, or even a playful wishing well.

Murray: Okay, let's grab the urn and start a'spreadin'.
Beverly: No way. My dad hated that tree. It had that squawky bird in it.
Erica: Chirping was constant.
Barry: Whippoorwill-whippoorwill! We get it!
Beverly: Go back to the sky, bird.

Murray: What about the fridge? He was in there enough.
Adam: What about the deli?
Barry: Pops loved the deli almost as much as he hated me by giving me this useless pen.
Adam: The deli it is.
Beverly: All right, let's honor his wish and spread his ashes in a suburban sandwich shop.
Erica: He did love that deli with the big barrel of sour pickles and that lady with the thing on her face that we all just ignored.
Beverly: No, he loved the deli with the beef tongue in the display case. He'd say to the guy, "How's it taste?" and the guy would say, "Oh, it doesn't anymore." And they'd laugh, and he'd order bagels.
Barry: No, Pops liked the one with the big salamis hanging in the window. He let me use two as nunchucks once. They... hurt my belly two different ways.
Beverly: He loved our peoples' food too much!

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Much like Bill and Ted, we were on an adventure to find Pops' favorite spot. Meanwhile, Geoff was locking down a wedding venue.
Geoff: Hey, I just spent an hour on the pay phone, and while I can't get the mysterious goo off my hand, I was able to secure for our nuptials the rooftop of the Ritz-Carlton.
Erica: Rooftop? Gross.
Geoff: But the day we got engaged, that was the place you said you wanted, remember?
Erica: That's where pigeons do it.
Geoff: I'll go beg for our deposit back.

Race Announcer: [v.o.] And they're off. [indistinct shouting] Pop Goes The Weasel... is off to an early lead.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] In that most excellent moment, we knew we were in the right place.
Race Announcer: [v.o.] Pulling way ahead, it's a Cinderella story.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Maybe Pops was looking down on us.
Race Announcer: [v.o.] Pop Goes The Weasel is about to... [horse neighs, thud] Oh! [crowd groans] Adult Adam: [v.o.] Or not.
Race Announcer: [v.o.] He's on the ground. His legs are not in a natural position.
Adam: That looked bad.
Erica: Why are they putting up a sheet?
Barry: Now a forklift is coming out? [forklift bleeping] Is this really the time to move some crates?
Beverly: This doesn't feel like the kind of place I want to spread my father's ashes.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] So the track was a bust.
Adam: Why is everyone taking their hats off?
Barry: Just get out of here.

Beverly: Hello, all you hep jazz cats. I'm so touched that you've taken me into your hearts, and now your ears.
Geoff: We should settle in.
Beverly: This one goes out to all the orphans out there. Let the world hear our pain. Two, three, four. [sings] # Papa was a rolling stone # Wherever he laid his hat was his home # And when he died, all he left us was alone #
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Yep, my mom found a way to channel her pain through a 12-song set.
Beverly: [scatting]
Adult Adam: [v.o.] There was scatting...
Beverly: [scatting] # Hey, I'm takin' it, yes, I am #
Adult Adam: [v.o.] ...crowd work...
Beverly: [scatting] I'm scatting, Erica.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] ...a few high kicks...
Beverly: [scatting]
Adult Adam: [v.o.] ...and, of course, some air guitar.
Beverly: Windmill! [laughs]
Adult Adam: [v.o.] And some real head-scratchers.
Beverly: # She'll be comin' round the mountain # She'll be comin' round the mountain # She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes # Whoo! [cheers and applause] All right, boys, take five, but no jazz cigarettes. I want you clear-headed for my encore. [scattered applause]

Barry: Fun letter talk, but I'm starving. Can we order some food? I brought my own stick.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Our excellent adventure had led us to Pops' favorite diner, but my mom had some grilling of her own to do.
Beverly: So, Bill found an envelope in the bushes near our mailbox, and we just missed it for two months?
Murray: Bushes. They're not really our friends.

Maggie: Can I get you guys started with something?
Adam: Pops will have the corned beef hash, extra crispy, with wrecked eggs and...
Maggie: Noah's Ark?
Adam: Wha... How did you...
Maggie: I only have one customer who orders every single sausage patty, link, and fry... Al Solomon. Is he here? How's my hair?
Erica: He's our grandpa. Well, was.
Geoff: He passed a couple months ago.
Maggie: I need to sit. [sits down]
Barry: Can I get onion rings instead of rice with the flounder?
Maggie: It's just so heartbreaking.
Barry: Fries, then. And a side of sliders.

Erica: Hey, everyone? This is... Maggie. She and Pops were...
Maggie: Lovers. Bed buddies. [chuckles] Human "Tetris" pieces. There's no better way to say it.
Erica: Seems like there has to be.
Barry: So, are we supposed to write down our order? 'Cause I don't know how to spell sherbet.
Maggie: After an intensely amorous evening, we would stay up all night and just talk.
Geoff: Aww.
Erica: Don't "aww" that.